The original intention of Chu Binghuan and his party was to sneak in secretly. As a result, Mu Qinian and the others brought people to kill them, and all the magic cultivators of the Fen Qing Temple rushed to support them. The defense of the entire Fen Qing Temple was very weak, which was convenient for them to move. .
After Chu Binghuan learned that Hua Che was put in the water prison, he had been absent-minded. No matter how blind Zhuang Tian was, he knew what Chu Binghuan was thinking, so he looked like a good master caring for his apprentice's lovesickness and said, "Go to the water prison to meet the old eighth. , let's divide our troops into three ways."
Chu Binghuan looked back at Lin Yan, then at Murong Sa, then at the two, three, four and five senior brothers, and became even more worried: "Is it alright?"
Murong Sa was not happy anymore: "Hey, hey, this young master is in the top three anyway, what kind of eyes do you have?"
Chu Binghuan remembered it, and yes, Murong Sa ranked in the top three in Wanmen Huiwu anyway, even if Lin Yan and the others were not good enough, Murong Sa would still be there to help.
Thinking of this, Chu Binghuan didn't want to delay for a moment, and over Yujian, he flew towards the atrium with ease.
Although he lived in this place for three years, after Hua Che became a Demon Venerable, he remodeled the Fen Qing Palace, and all the palaces and palaces were all overturned and rebuilt, so Chu Binghuan was not very familiar with the layout here.
He was very handy in dealing with those illusions. He took the map drawn by Hua Che and looked for the location of the central water prison. As I walked, I saw a fiery red maple forest in front of me.
Chu Binghuan was a little dazed.
I remember that this maple forest was completely removed by Hua Che, replaced by Yaoyao Peach Blossom Forest, and a bamboo building was built in the depths of the Peach Blossom Forest, exactly like Yuntian Shuijing.
Back then, when he was kidnapped by Hua Che, he looked at the peach blossom forest and the depths of the bamboo building, and he was stunned.
Three hundred years ago, Chu Binghuan participated in the last Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts Tournament. In the first round of the Shangqing Illusionary Realm, he was tragically eliminated.
He didn't tell anyone about the content of the illusion.
Although Mei Cailian was very curious, she did not force him to do so. For Mei Cailian, her son was so excellent, with few desires and no distractions, how could he be burdened by illusions? It must be the Shangqing Illusion Realm except for the poor pool, which caused Chu Binghuan to suffer.
Only Chu Binghuan knew how shocked and immersed he was by the content of the illusion, and it still made him linger.
Entering the illusion, Hua Che is the one that catches the eye.
Hua Che was not wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Shang Qing Dynasty, but was wearing a dark-colored attire, holding a long sword in his hand, and it seemed that he was an ordinary martial artist. He was sitting in the yard. The yard was not big. There was a peach tree. Behind the tree were two brick houses.
Looking at himself again, he was dressed in a plain white gown, a paper fan in his left hand, and a volume of books in his right hand. A thin layer of cocoons formed on the knuckles of his fingers, which was a mark left by holding a pen all the year round.
He is a scholar, he has been in a cold window for ten years, and he only wants to go to high school.
"Binghuan." Hua Che in the yard suddenly called him, Chu Binghuan came back to his senses, and saw Hua Che jumping towards him happily.
Chu Binghuan, who had always disliked touching people, actually forgot to hide, and was hugged by Hua Che.
His body was very warm, and his embrace was even more magical. Chu Binghuan was stunned. He never thought that hugging Hua Che would feel like this.
Hua Che smiled and said, "I just came back from the army. I caught two fish by the lake, and they have just been stewed. Come in and try it."
Chu Binghuan had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he swallowed it every time he said it.
Hua Che was still the same Hua Che, but it was different.
He is no longer a high school apprentice, nor a monk, but an ordinary teenager in the mortal world, who practiced martial arts and joined the army, eager to become the champion of martial arts.
And he is no longer the son of Yuntian Shuijing, just an unremarkable scholar, studying hard in Han Chuang, and looking forward to the top three in high school.
The two of them are bamboo horses. They have grown up together since childhood. Their parents are good friends. They used to be married at the time, but now it is a matter of course for them to get married.
It's just that the two teenagers are still young, and as soon as they add up to each other, they set a high school for each other in the future, choose a good day and auspicious day, and get married immediately.
After a long time, the two of them were not husband and wife, one lived in the East Room and the other lived in the West Room. Every night, Hua Che stayed in the east room and refused to leave, and Chu Binghuan pushed people away with three requests and four pushes.
Hua Che also said solemnly: "I don't do anything, it's just that the room is cold, and I want to be warm with you."
Chu Binghuan didn't believe his nonsense.
Hua Che: "You had typhoid fever yesterday, and you still have a cough today. Aren't I afraid that you will freeze? Hey, you shouldn't study. Join the army and practice martial arts with me, and your health will not be so bad."
He really felt chilly, and there were not many charcoal fires at home, so he had to save some.
In the end, Hua Che succeeded anyway. He went to bed contentedly with Chu Binghuan. The two of them cuddled up like this, and they really didn't feel cold.
Hua Che's body was much warmer than he imagined.
The days were peaceful, but comfortable. A year later, they got what they wished, and the champion of civil and military came out, and they enjoyed the scenery.
Soon after, they got married.
On the wedding night, Hua Che was frightened for the first time. Before, he was stunned at every turn, but now that he is real, he is actually scared.
Chu Binghuan couldn't help teasing him: "General Hua, why don't you see your former majesty?"
Hua Che looked aggrieved: "Master Chu, you won't be too hard, will you?"
Is it heavy
Anyway, Hua Che didn't get out of bed the next day.
Later, Hua Che scolded his belly while practicing swordsmanship, standing under the peach blossom tree and muttering: "Usually pretending to be ill and ill, then he is energetic like a bear, this general is actually being treated like this by a scholar. Like that, oops! My waist, hiss..."
Chu Binghuan couldn't help laughing when he had a panoramic view of everything, and smiled happily through the window.
Day after day, I don't know how many years have passed.
Everyone talks about the seven-year itch, but there seems to be no such thing among them. Seven years is nothing, and seventy years is not enough.
One day, he and Hua Che were sitting on the swing under the peach blossom tree, Hua Che hooked his neck, and his eyes were full of disappointment: "Bing Cube, have you thought about taking a concubine?"
"what?"
Hua Che, who has never been serious, rarely takes things so seriously. He said earnestly, "You're not too young anymore, and it's not good if you don't have children."
Chu Binghuan was not moved by these words, but was rather irritated: "I have no children, do you have them?"
As punishment, Chu Binghuan took him back to the house and tortured him severely.
Not on the ground for two days.
Hua Che, who was paralyzed on the bed, was very depressed: "I'm a lot of age, and I'm still rampaging like a bull. Ouch, it hurts to death!"
Ten years have passed, twenty years have passed, fifty years have passed.
But he felt that it was not enough, he wanted to spend a lifetime with Hua Che like this.
Until a beam of light penetrated in, the surrounding scenery began to crumble, disappearing together with the old man who was leaning against him in his arms. He reached out to grab Hua Che, but what he received was a burst of pain from all his internal organs.
It's like waking up from a dream, like a lifetime away.
Hua Che was calling him, shouting desperately, what caught his eye was Hua Che in the uniform of a Qing disciple, and what caught his ear were the shouts of countless cultivators.
wake up.
The dream that made him sink and fall in love.
It turned out that he loved Hua Che so deeply.
It's a pity that it was too late to wake up, and Hua Che left after finally "wake up".
It is close at hand and within easy reach, but because of his stupidity and his lack of understanding, he misses it.
The magical legend of Shuiyu Ziyan is not fake. After Hua Che died, he immediately used Shuiyu Ziyan.
Although the legend is true, it is inevitably exaggerated. This thing cannot be resurrected from the dead, but it can gather the soul of the dead. Although it is only a little bit, it was already a great comfort to Chu Binghuan at that time.
He tried to revive Hua Che, who would have thought that the two of them would be reborn together!
Hua Che in the previous life was healthy, but now Hua Che is weak and sickly. Chu Binghuan didn't know if it was because he was sucked away by Shuiyu Ziyan in his previous life. Because of his incomplete soul, Hua Che was weak.
If so...
Chu Binghuan smiled bitterly.
It was he who harmed Hua Che again.
Superfluous, superfluous.
Chu Binghuan walked through the red maple forest that was more beautiful than blood, and when he looked from a distance, he actually walked to the main hall of Fen Qing by accident.
Just as he was about to change his way, he suddenly saw a man descending from the sky with a sword, his figure was like the wind, and he jumped into the main hall of Fen Qing in a few steps.
"Xie Wanting?" Chu Binghuan was stunned for a while, vaguely feeling that something was not right. The three major immortals have not yet reached the Fen Qing Palace. Why did this Sect Master Xie come up quietly? Was there no magic cultivator stopping him on the way? If it is so easy to let outsiders board the Hall of Fen Qing, will the Demon Venerable's face still be needed
Chu Binghuan weighed left and right, and followed up first, standing outside the main hall door, peeping at the movement in the hall.
Sure enough, it was Xie Wanting. On the throne, Yin Wuhui was also there.
The two of them looked at each other and didn't speak to each other, as if they were examining something, and the air was tense.
"When did you come to look for the deity?" Finally, Yin Wuhui spoke up.
Xie Wanting looked at him without squinting: "there are some things, I have to ask you face to face."
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